Somewhere near central london I imagine not so far from trafalgar square And the lions There lives an older gentleman Who teas with bbc and britain's ghost His lady companion by his side. Oh yes, i see him now. And cross the deep blue sea I cannot smell Inside a symphony The "pastorale". So besides the black rats swimming I watch the english evening skies Reflect my heart As i walk behind him, Looking for what's been lost Like looking over all the trees Of hampstead heath Now before us in the twilight. No, i can't bear it now. And cross the deep blue sea I cannot smell Inside a symphony The "pastorale". A jacket and hat...the only trace... Two gold rings... But never fades. A jacket and hat...the only trace Two gold rings... But never fades... A face....